It is all obvious or trivial except…

The man just gets it right sometimes, just right

The next day — the very next day — my neighbor sent us pictures of the bird that had moved into the house. It reminded me that Spring, and a boy becoming a man, occurs first very slowly, then all at once.

RTWT. Not because it’s perfect, or great but just because it’s just right.

Reminds me of 1988. Boy at school called ‘Melamud’. Somehow or other, a craze erupted for scratching on any available surface the phrase “MEL ’88”. it went on for weeks and we all thought it was a hoot.

One day, and I was slow (obvious retorts are disqualified) about these things, i sauntered into Biology and scribbled “MEL ’88” on the board, expecting satisfactory chuckles of the I’m in the crowd variety, but was met with howls of derision. The moment had passed. Peak MEL ’88 had come, and I was the canary in that coalmine.

NB I have a microscopic membrum virile. It’s like a shy radish.

And, yes, we really did thus preface the ’88. Without a thought. Snotty, pustuled, just plain nasty in many cases as many of us (ok, me) were, we knew the difference between an “88” and an “’88”.